#Chapter 251 – To War

Ella “Do we have to stay very long?” I ask Sinclair, snuggling up against his side. We’ve just finished the wedding feast and the party is shifting towards the ballroom. The orchestra is warming up in the distance, and the guests are gradually dwindling out of the great hall, lured by the promise of dancing. “I think we have to stay through the opening dance – at the very least.” He rumbles back, kissing my forehead as his fingers trace circles on my thigh. “I might have hijacked this event but it is still part of the summit. Why?” He asks, sliding wolfish eyes to my flushed face, “is there something you’d rather be doing, little wolf?” I shoot him a sulky glare, “you know exactly what I want to be doing, Dominic.” Sinclair adopts a look of confusion, which my wolf doesn’t buy for a single second. “I’m sure I don’t.” He lies – the rat! “Do you want to go for a run?” The offer is surprisingly tempting. It’s been almost an entire week since I last let my wolf out, and she carries th